Qi'ra: Crimson Porn - The Story, Part 1

With the comic featuring Qi'ra still in production, I present to you all the script for the first three pages of the comic in narrative form. When the comic is posted in a few days, you'll see these events unfolding within the panels. Enjoy...

Betrayed and sold out, Qi’ra found herself hauled away by Moloch and his White Worms back to their lair, away from her partner Han, who barely managed to escape through the Imperial Emigration gate. Locked in a cell in the depths of the White Worm’s lair, guards at her cell door, Qi’ra sat and wallowed in her misfortune, staring defeated at the dirty floor.

But this wasn’t like her, she wasn’t going down without a fight. She needed to bust out of the cell, she needed to get away from Lady Proxima. Qi'ra had betrayed Proxima herself, after years of servitude as a lowly scrum rat and then Head Girl for proving her loyalty, Qi’ra threw that away. And she knew Proxima wasn’t going to take kindly to it. This cell was punishment enough, but it was only stage one. She knew that. What was to come was worse. Much worse. She needed to get out, and the only way she could wasn’t ideal, but it needed to be done.

She sat up straight, her chest pushed out and her legs crossed. She leaned over to the bars and called to the two guards. “Boys, this is silly. Are you sure you can’t just let me go?”

One of the guards, Rebolt, shook his head, “You tried to escape Proxima. You know the punishment for that.”

“It was a mistake, a silly mistake,” Qi’ra pleaded. The guards didn’t shift.  She sat back, the next part of her act beginning. “Maybe I did try to escape. Maybe I deserve what I’ll get. Maybe I could have some fun before then…”

The other guard, Syke, side-eyed her. She bit her lip, “I’ve had dreams of a situation just like this. A cell, two big, tough men…a desperate situation…” she leaned forward again, looking up at the two of them, as they frowned down at her, “Want to know what I was made Head Girl?” she smirked. The two guards shifted as she reached through the bars, “Pop these off, and I’ll show you…”

She reached through the wide gaps of the bars and began to stroke their crotches. Rebolt and Syke were none too bright, but they quickly and unquestioning took the message, their pants down to their thighs and their erect cocks in her hands. Slowly she stroked them, looking between their eyes as she took their purple, pulsating heads in her mouth, her lips wrapping around the shaft and tongue lubricating first Rebolt, then Syke. She moved between them, slipping them in deeper each time, spit rolling down her chin. Syke’s eyes closed as his grip on his blaster loosened, but it wasn’t enough. Rebolt's hand cupped her head, his dirty gloved fingers tousling her hair as she bobbed up and down on his cock. She let it go, laughing as she poked her dripping tongue out, then guiding in Syke’s with her hand firmly grasping his scrotum. Opening her mouth wider, Rebolt’s dick entered her mouth alongside Syke’s, the two guards pressed shoulder to shoulder, as her hands, now free, reached up and grabbed them by their shirtfronts, yanking their heads into the bars before their fell back unconscious onto the floor, the cell key and their blasters clattering down just within Qi’ra’s reach. She stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and within seconds she was free. 

Draped in Rebolt’s coat and hood, she slipped out through the lair’s sewer-like tunnels to the surface, taking refuge in alleys and cantinas as her escape became known to the White Worms. Returning to the star port, Qi’ra tried looking for Han but to no avail. With the officer that sold her out still on duty, and the stormtroopers still patrolling and in greater numbers, escape was looking unlikely. And Qi’ra didn’t fancy going through that again. She would have to fall back on plan B…